Ron&Esther complained to the council; just look at all the balloons and tacky teddy-bears! They didn’t know it was the children’s section, and when they were told they only doubled down. It’s not appropriate. Overnight, the whole town fell to wonder. By custard walls new mums and dads shook their heads; imagine losing a child, then someone complains about the stuffed donkey you left next to their headstone. By midnight, the parents were insurgent, arriving at Boultham Crescent to confront old Ron&Esther. They pictured a bedroom frigid with averted faces, perfected photos, perhaps a rattled snore. They nearly didn’t do it. The next morning Ron&Esther opened their curtains to a garden full of teddies and grotesque balloons tied to bushes. Exchanging no words, they gathered up the soft toys and cut string. For a moment, the helium balloons stayed where they were. Ron&Esther looked at each other, themselves suspended in a moment between now and then, the choices they made, all their own what-could-have-beens. Finally, the balloons lifted into the sky. They caused a minor civic disturbance three towns over when they came down on the courthouse roof.
Myrto Amorgianou - Ruins Digitales